[m] [Bi,oral] My Dad’s Best Friend (part one)

My 21st Birthday party was a big family occasion. It started at about 1pm and we were all drinking and having a good time, my girlfriend at the time was wasted by 2.30pm and I had to put her to bed.

As the day turned to the evening people started to leave until it was just close family and friends remaining.

One by one, they either went home to fell asleep in the living room or bedrooms.

At about 2am it was just me and my dad’s best friend left drinking in the kitchen. We started to talk about sex and I told him I was bisexual. He asked what type of things I was in to and what my girlfriend thought about it.

I explained that she didn’t like to talk/acknowledge my sexuality and that I craved to suck/worship cock and be submissive. I was a closet sissy.

He responded with a wink and told me he was also bisexual and his wife didn’t know. One thing lead to another and I ended up sucking his cock while he was stood against the fridge. We had to be quiet as some of our friends and his wife were asleep in the next room (and the door was slightly open).

Round 2 [MF]

Her water took a long time to heat up; by the time I had gotten it warm enough to wet the washcloth and clean myself up, she had rolled over in bed, starting to fall asleep. I stood at the foot of the bed, holding the cloth for her, admiring. She was gorgeous, smooth, clear, freckled skin, dark curls, red lips, pink nipples…pink pussy. She was on her side but not curled very tightly, putting her right on display for me. She was still glistening, and a little trail of my cum was leaking out.

Just the sight of that got me hard again. I was surprised; I hadn’t had that short a refractory period since high school, much less in any of the more recent years. But she was gorgeous, and there was the evidence that she was mine. We were supposed to be going to sleep. It was already late, and tomorrow we both had to get up early and go to jobs where we had to pretend to barely know each other, pretend she hadn’t sucked her own juices off my lips, pretend I wasn’t relatively sure I was falling in love with her. I could make this quick, though.

Dating the young Asian woman… [MF]

(Editors note: Hi Friends!! I started writing this story for a friend when I couldn’t find a role play partner I really enjoyed!! This is my first one, so I would love feedback (and maybe some edits) to help make it better..

I’ve been having this nice fantasy… maybe about an older man slowly corrupting me..

I’m a young… maybe 18 or 19 year old japanese college student.. innocent and perfect.. (for this I assumed I’m going to school in Philadelphia and home was Hawaii)

Every Saturday I go to the local coffee shop for tea and to study… and you.. a very handsome older white man (mid 30s, handsome, successful, and single) also goes there for tea and to read a paper.. after a few weeks.. we catch each other eyes… and smile at each other.. and maybe a few weeks after that.. you come over and introduce yourself..

We sat and chatted for a while.. maybe an hour.. conversation was super easy and you were really handsome and kind… After that.. our Saturday tea sessions became something we both looked forward too… hearing about each other’s week.. sharing stories..

Venus

My mind’s eye wanders thinking of her. Drawing, imagining, seeing her silhouette like a surreal smoke floating. It’s perfection. I can see her face infront of me. Her gentle smile. Her captivating almond eyes. My heart flutters. I want her. I want her now. I want to kiss her. Worship her. Fulfill all her deepest desires.

Thinking of every sexual tension. Every sexual insinuation she has shared with me. It makes me hard. I do not want anything else in life now but to fuck her and see her be fucked. I want to know she is getting everything she desires and I will not hold back.

I can see other men’s cocks fucking her. I can see her lusting. Moaning. Enjoying. Women caressing her body with their hands. Worshipping her as men take turn fucking her. Hard thick cocks thrusting in her wet tight cunt. Her back arching as she cums on one cock after the other.

Men are cumming all over her as other women eat her sweet perfect nectar. Her wet cunt. Women tongue fucking her, a head buried deep in her pussy as other women lick wet warm semen off her breasts. Pleasuring her nipples, making them hard with their soft lips and tongues as they consume hot fresh cum just spit on her from hard cocks.

[Mf] Making You My Girl [bdsm] a little [scifi]

She blinked in and out of consciousness; the lights were bright, too bright, when her eyes opened, but the dark scared her. Still… she drifted. Once, when she half-woke, he and the doctor were standing over her prone body, discussing her recovery process. The conversation floated in and out of her ears, with snippets of words here or there, words like “weak” and “dangerous” and “caution;” Words that served to do little more than frighten her back into the blackness of unconsciousness. Once, she thought she felt his hand against her cheek, though it might have been a dream.

When she was well enough to leave the hospital, she spent six weeks on pseudo-bedrest, flitting between the bed, the sofa, physical therapy appointments, and long, steamy baths that left her feeling better each time she stepped out of them. He was attentive and concerned, but quiet, and she hoped he wasn’t having second thoughts about the operation. He washed her hair during her baths, and escorted her to physical therapy. He cooked her meals for her, and snuggled close, but not too close or hard, to her in the evenings. They watched television shows together, though nothing too funny, or she would laugh and upset the stitches. He read her to sleep some nights, and others, she would drift quickly in the early evenings and be out until well past dawn the next day. Time passed, quick and slow and all at once.

Our first experience

I haven’t heard from her for a while. I check my phone and there’s a message. My heart races, I know it’s her. I know what she is about to do and what she wants. We have talked about it a million times and now the stars have aligned to make it a reality.

She has been anxious and jittery the whole weekend. I see her mind wondering and wanting nothing else but to fuck him. I see it in her eyes, in her calmness, in her frustration. She really wants him. She wants him so badly that the thought is not leaving her and is overtaking her.

The message is from her. She is going for it. She is meeting him! My heart flutters and my cock hardens like crazy.

10 mins later I get another message. It is a picture message. My thumb shakes as I open it. A picture of perfection blows up on my phone. Her wet sweet beautiful pussy being finger fucked by him. I grow so hard that blood is pulsating through my hard cock as I start playing with myself, anticipating more. Imagining her loving it. Enjoying herself. Knowing she will come back to me and tell me all about it. Every detail. Every feeling, every fuck and every cum she has experienced. Letting me fuck her after she just enjoyed herself on a fresh big hard cock of another man.

Deep Delve: The Orcess’ First Pussy-Licking [MF, fantasy, monster girl, virgin, oral, breast play]

“Don’t you dare, Tobias!” the blond Orc told her human companion, voice caught between outrage and laughter. She leaned forward on a large leather-bound book, which in turn rested atop the raised ledge of the ancient stone rooftop. The material of her loose belted sarong was bunched up around her waist.

Tobias of Winterbourne smiled wickedly as he lifted his dagger. The blade pulled her loincloth taut, wedging the material deep between the gigantic twin globes of her muscular rear, before it began cutting through. With a deft flick of his wrist, the gusset of her undergarment fluttered back down, severed neatly in two.

Topaz gasped in shock, then even louder as Tobias’ rough hands caressed the expansive green fields of her buttocks. It did not take long for his fingertips to flute lightly over her exposed, golden-furred slit. Her cut undergarment was quickly forgotten.

The female Orc measured six foot four in height, three inches taller than the human male. While Tobias was in very good shape for a traveling diplomat just turned thirty three, Topaz was considerably more brawny and massive, outweighing him by some thirty pounds.

[Request] Seeking for a creative female roleplay writer (Evolving a fictional character on Tumblr)

**Hey there**,
I think my request is kinda unusual but I’ll try it anyway.

I’m seeking for a female person who is fluent in english and loves to write roleplay stories and is interested in developing a female character for a tumblr blog. More details later.

First of all: I don’t recommend you to keep reading if you’re disgusted by one of the following kinks. Doesn’t mean you have to love them but if you’re getting offended by any of them, don’t bother reading further.

Kinks:

* Cocks / Cock worship
* Rule34
* 3D Porn/Animations
* (Eventually) Beastiality

_________________________

If you’re still here, amazing! Now to my project:
I wouldn’t call myself a 3D artist but I work with the Source Filmmaker (basically a 3D animation engine from a famous video game company). I’m doing this for a few years now to create 3D Porn images and animations just for myself.

My biggest kink in private is the female fascination about cocks. So naturally my 3D animations are about that. Girls exploring cocks, being fascinated by them, playing with them without necessarily having sex. This just turns me on.

Pushing Her Limits [Hotwife] [MC] – Part 2

Here’s part two of this. Again… this thread is completely open to suggestions as I’m still bonking this thing out. Anything on your mind to happen to Susan?

`~~~~~~~~~~`

“You’re not seriously taking me in here, are you?” Susan exclaims at the sight of the building we just pulled into the parking lot for.

“Yep, it’s couples night and there’ll be entertainment for men AND women there!”

“Male and female strippers, eh? In the same titty bar? Interesting.”

“Let’s go, you’re gonna have a great time.”

We get in the club and head to the bar, Susan is standing next to me, surveying the stages where the dancers are doing their thing. There are 5 stages that have women dancing and one that has a single man dancing there. The place is pretty full, even more full than the last bar we were at. The noise level is almost deafening, between the hoots and hollering over the dancers and the music, it’s no wonder that anyone can exchange words between them. I grab our drinks and we head over to a single open table, halfway between one of the male dancer’s stage and a female’s stage.